You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 168 Teaching
Roman provided them with the best logistics, supplying them with large quantities of meat, eggs, and dairy products.

However, the training time was too short to push their physical limits.

What should be done in this situation?
The only option is to open up new avenues.

We can make up for their lack of discipline through ideological education.

And you can't play high-end games, you can only play low-end ones.

The conscripts came from different places, not within the five villages that were plundered. They were summoned to deal with Roman, but were captured.

Roman's brainwashing strategy was also very clear.

You lived such a hard life before!
Only by following me will you have a good life!
Look at how life used to be!
Look at life now!

When you were in Kansas, you must have been able to eat three meals a day, right? You must have been able to taste meat every day, right?
If you can't, why don't you bring your family to live here?
As for how to bring him here to live...

Why don't you guys just help me take down Kant's territory?

With this simple and easy-to-understand principle presented, what were these new recruits supposed to do?
Conscripted soldiers refer to militia members who receive reduced taxes and are compensated in kind each year. While other farmers perform labor service, they are gathered together for military training.

In the event of war, they must provide their own weapons to participate in the battle.

On the other hand, as militia members, their standard of living was higher than that of ordinary farmers.

However, Roman offered them even better benefits.

Let's not even talk about the daily benefits: free military uniforms, three meals a day, and weapons.

The fixed monthly military pay of five copper coins alone was enough to make them green with envy.

Good heavens! They only receive military pay when they are conscripted and fight to the death.

Normally, the only compensation is in kind.

Who doesn't want money!

The poorer a person is, the more they want money!

They've been training in the barracks for over half a month, sleeping with the veterans every day, chatting at night, and studying vocabulary. So how could we not know whether Lord Roman pays soldiers or how much?

TMD!

So some people immediately smashed their wine glasses in a fit of anger!

I'm working for Lord Roman!

Combining ideological education and military training can significantly reduce the time required to form a professional army.

……

After leaving the military camp, Roman went to the school next to Origin Manor.

He is going to give a lecture to his students today.

Farming and education are the only areas where we cannot slacken our efforts.

No matter when the troops of those five nobles arrive, it cannot affect the students' course progress.

In fact, classes resumed not long ago.

Roman stood on the podium, holding chalk, and wrote words such as 'lord', 'father', and 'mother' on the blackboard.

"This word is pronounced 'lord,' repeat after me... lord!"

"Lord!"

The reading aloud was not very coordinated and was quite scattered.

"Read after me... Lord!"

"Lord!"

After reading aloud several times, all the children's voices began to match.

"Write this word in your literacy notebook and copy it ten times when you get home—next, learn 'daddy,' read after me..."

Education is a tedious process that can easily lead to high blood pressure.

For those who know the words, those who don't are like criminals who have broken the law of heaven, and they wish they could be struck by lightning or have their skulls blown open.

Education is a longer-term process than military training.

Three to five years might forge an indomitable and determined warrior, but it certainly wouldn't cultivate a literate scholar.

Roman came to teach, but he didn't have time to learn about each child's learning progress, personality, thoughts, etc.

His job was simply to teach the letters and words.

On average, it takes about an hour each day. If there's no time, there's no class; if there is time, we teach a couple more classes. The other teachers are quite busy, teaching for six or seven hours a day, with the remaining time for students to study on their own.

They were also responsible for printing literacy books.

Repetitive tasks can be assigned to illiterate young and middle-aged laborers, but literate teachers need to arrange letter templates and piece together the letters.

Currently, Neel is managing this matter.

Compared to Roman, who was a hands-off manager, she was more like a principal, managing everything in an orderly manner, dividing the children into classes according to their learning progress, and arranging different teaching processes.

She was meticulous and skillful, and Roman was very satisfied with her efficient style.

After he finished teaching, Nilier handed out a thick stack of white paper to the students at the front row table, asking them to pass it on to the back; this was today's homework.

"Nier, how have you been lately?"

Neel tilted her head slightly; she knew he wasn't asking about her recent situation, but rather about the current state of the school.

He hadn't been to school for over ten days because of spring planting.

“The new students are fairly well-behaved, but some of them can’t sit still and their learning progress is slow,” Niliel said.

She had received higher education in this era, but how could a country bumpkin sit in a classroom for seven or eight hours?

I can't sit still at all; it takes time to get used to it.

Roman said, "Well, in a few days, a batch of vegetables will be ripe. Let's arrange a spring outing for these children and let them go to the fields to harvest vegetables."

“They’ll be overjoyed,” Neel said with a smile.

After so many days of stagnation in studying, I'd rather do manual labor than continue studying.

"Do you want to come and relax too?"

Neel was somewhat tempted, but then smiled and shook her head, "I'm going to be writing teaching materials, I'm afraid I won't have the time."

"Are you tired? You have to manage everything here."

She never complained or said she was tired; she simply said, "I find it sweet."

“We can get Hans Germann to work with you,” Roman nodded.

He came in a hurry, and after comforting Nellie, he left in a hurry as well.

As Neel watched his retreating figure, the smile on her face gradually faded.

"Lady Neliel..." came a greeting from behind.

She turned her head and saw a middle-aged man with wrinkles on his face and a somewhat delicate complexion.

Do we have any hope?

Neliel's face now held a touch of dignity and nobility as she asked, "What hope?"

The man from the sea fort bowed to her not because of her current status, but because of her past status.

"You know..."

My homeland is burning, and my people are displaced. Niliel thought to herself.

Of course she knows.

“We can’t go back, Diaz, it’s too far,” she said softly. “Are you unhappy with your life now?”

"No! What I resent is the lives of other people. How come they are as lucky as us! Lady Neliel, have you never thought about this?"

"...You're pushing your luck, Diaz. We came prepared for the worst, just looking for a place to stay... Don't call me sir, there is only one sir in this land."

Diaz said sadly, "I thought you would care more about the plight of your people."

“But this land beneath my feet is not Sea Castle,” Neel said.

When she faced Diaz, her expression was calm, but her eyes and demeanor exuded a certain authority.

"How do you expect me to guarantee the right to survival of all the people of Haibao? Our current life is hard-won."

"Your blood is of the same origin as Lord Dill's, Lord Dill's last words..."

"Enough!" Neel said sternly. "My current status is that lord's personal attendant!"

Seeing that he remained silent, she sighed softly, her eyes looking somewhat tired.

“Focus on your job. You’re a teacher now, these things aren’t your concern… Let me think about them…”

(End of this chapter)